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Adrien Valor, the second youngest child of the Valor Dynasty, had never set his eyes on a more beautiful woman. Kathelyn Young had caught his eye in a way no other woman had been able to in his life, all it ever was for his whole l...
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I'm sitting on the living room couch, reading a book to forget about reality. Even with my mind falling into a false world, I still find myself distracted by my dad yelling at his phone. His angry threats fly through the air like normal. I'm used to it but that doesn't mean it won't scare me when he starts letting off steam with our furniture.
"Then get a different truck to take it! This shipment is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars dammit!" My dad paces into the living room with his hand buried into his hair, pulling and tugging at the root of his locks in anger.
I flip the page of my book and try to focus on the words in front of me rather than the ones in the air. The scene of a character being told loving quotes from her boyfriend sends a wave of emptiness through me. I'd do just about anything to feel that type of affection...
The attention and care I craved were totally different from what I received in this asylum-like house. I reviewed attention only to become what they wanted me to be. I received affection to lure me into being what they wanted me to become.
In other words, it was never genuine love. In fifteen years of being on this planet, not one single time have I felt genuine care and nurture.
"Fuck!" I blink. Then my dad's phone is being hurled across the room, breaking the glass of our coffee table and smashing through it. By natural human reaction, I gasp.
"Clean that up." My dad grumbles with anger still lacing his tone like a perfect mask. He reaches for the cigarettes on the tv console before lighting it. The smoke of the nasty stick of death blows out into the room, clouding it like clouds will on a stormy day.
I don't know why I don't move, but I'm frozen in place just staring at the pile of broken shards scattered on the ground."I said clean it up!"His yell slams me back into a functional state. I close my book and rush to the floor on my knees.
My father slumps onto the couch in front of me, his fist curling while the other hand helps him drag another puff of smoke into his lungs. I start to carefully pick the glass shards into my hand but my slow pace only angers my dad more.
His face twists in disappointment when a piece of the glass cuts my hand and I wince causing the collected pieces in my hand to fall back onto our carpet. Just at the same time, my mom walks into the room with a full glass of wine in hand.
"You will always be weak. Useless." I'm snatched back by my arm and my dad's pressing me against the cushions of the couch. He lifts my shirt just to my ribs as I let out a cry. "Mom! Dad, stop!" He takes another breath of his cigar whilst I frantically search for my mom.
She's leaning against a wall behind us...just staring blankly, and that's when it finally hits me. They will never, ever, ever care about me the way the books play out a perfect family. Im as important as roadkill to them.
